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Rh  Shining still on the handful of clover Poor Love, smitten, bleeding, and slain,

Ere she said, &quot; When I'm resting for ever You'll plant these out over my bed, And I'll find the good luck at the rootlets I've missed in the world overhead.&quot;  

H, ma, it is dreadful! I've quarrelled with John, And left him for ever, To live all alone.

&quot; He will not go with me To party or ball; At home in the evening, He won't talk at all.

&quot;He is perfectly horrid, And stingy, and queer! I don't want to see him, Or know he is near.&quot;

&quot;Well, Tillie, I told you The same long ago, When John was beginning To act like a beau;  5*